[Matsuda stumbles over to the corner of the room where the karaoke equipment is setup. He nearly trips over the microphone stand, but clutches it last moment to regain his balance. Yanking the microphone from the holder, he lifts his free hand, pointing out at nothing in particular.]
This one goes out to Chief Yagami~
[With a massive grin
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Haven't felt like this since the last time i was at whammy's!
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Yeshh. Wanna sing together?!
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"Matsuda! I haven't seen you since... well since I got here! what a relief for faces." She notes that Always_Ashes is here too. "A-chan!"
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Ryuzaki? Did you get a makeover?
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[He attempts to bow and nearly falls over in the process, clutching onto one of the stools. He decides to climb onto it.]
Is the room spinning?
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Hiiiiiii Matsudaaaaaaa! How's it gooooooiiiiiing?!
((ooc: LOL I love playing drunk Misa; she's so freaking canon. XD))
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Misa Misa! Wanna sing with me?
[OOC: So true. xD]
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YEAH I do!
::climbing on stage, she grabs a free microphone and leans against him, throwing her arm around his back::
SOOO, what are we singin'?
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[Curling his free hand into a fist, he excitedly throws it over his head.]
Um, hmmm.
[Suddenly he remembers he was in the middle of a song, and he points to the screen.]
It's 'What a Day for a Day Dream'.
[Cue off-key singing.]
♫ And even if time has passed me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for droppin’ my load
A pie in the face for bein’ asleep before dawn ♫
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...oh. This again, I'm not - need to sit down.
[And he collapses quietly in a corner. He manages to be careful of his bandaged right arm, though.]
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None of this is going through his head as he makes his way to the kitchen, opens the door, and steps in. Except--
Light sways, suddenly unsteady, his eyes wide and slightly unfocused. The details of his surrounds are blurry, but he can still tell that wherever he is, he is not in the kitchen. Scowling, he blinks hard, which helps clear his vision a bit.]
I feel... drunk. [He sounds vaguely irritated, and doesn't realize he's spoken aloud. With extreme caution, he begins to make his way to the nearest seat.]
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*Matt is cheerful and swaying, which doesn't seem to be much different.*
Fuck. Man, d'you think we need to deal with the hangovers, too?
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You don't feel happy because you've got a guilty fucking conscience. *Grinning.*
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